His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
Anne BronteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: british
- Born: January 17, 1820
- Died: May 28, 1849
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